The winter sky darkens early.
It is very cold in the mountains, so cold that your upper and lower teeth chatter against each other.
Outside, three or four men are keeping watch, including the man who abducted Yan Huan, who, years later, reappeared as this scar-faced old man.
They had built a fire and were roasting buns around it, discussing the future of Yan Huan.
"We need to find a buyer for that older girl as soon as possible tomorrow. We can't delay any longer!"
"I'm afraid it won't work right now; this girl has already caused us trouble. Didn't the police go to the village to investigate? We were lucky to escape quickly, or we all would be caught."
"But we can't keep feeding them, can we? Especially that one who's neither young nor old, she's hard to deal with! Brother Liu, you didn't plan well when you took this child."
